Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Index,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.